Lonely Rider

Don`t know too much,
but one thing I´m sure of:
A man ain`t nothing more than a man.
A lonely rider playing his time out
the best he can, the best he can.
Too many choice, too sweetly tastin`.
Play the cards as they fall.
Next thing you know
a man`s purpose gets wasted,
as the wind blows
that`s how the tree grows.
No matter where he chooses to travel
a lonely rider wakes every moan
and knows that he must go where he`s guided.
his fate was decided
on the day
he wos born.